AN: Id love to comment on how long its been since i wrote something but I totally don't remember. I didn't even know I was going to write this chapter, but it's heeeeeeere! And i must say I quite like it D Oh what joy i will have writing future chapters ! ENJOYYYY!

Chapter 3: Coffee Shop

"TAKAHASHI SAYURI YOU BETTER GET UP RIGHT NOW!" Natsumi yelled into the sleeping girl's ear.

"I don't wanna," Sayuri whined, putting a pillow over her head in a poor attempt to drown out her best friend.

Juri walked into Sayuri's room, while drying her wet hair with a towel. "Natsumi I'm done taking a shower if you have to –

"Fine I see how it is…Why do you guys always have to be up so early anyway?"

"Insomnia," Natsumi and Juri answered in unison.

"How do you live?!"

"Happily," answered Natsumi.

"What time is it?" Sayuri asked, stretching.

"8:15," Juri answered.

"WHAAAAAAAT! That's not enough time!"

"Whose fault is that?" Natsumi asked sarcastically.

"Shut up Natsumi!"

Sayuri jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to take a shower. Mornings are definitely not her favorite part of the day. Especially because she always thinks she has enough time to get ready and instead ends up straightening her hair with two minutes to spare.

"I really think she was destined to be late to everything," Juri said to Natsumi as they prepared breakfast.

"I may be late, but it's not like you guys don't have bad habits too! Juri, you always get distracted by guys. Every time you see someone you know you have to wave to them and then glomp them. I still remember what it was like when you passed through the tennis courts back in high school oh god I always thought I'd be stuck there…"

"I can't help it…"

"Yeah, yeah. Now YOU," Sayuri said pointing at Natsumi.

"What about me," Natsumi said as she sat down across from Sayuri at the dining table.

"Where to begin…" Sayuri said resting her hand in her palm.

"How about with breakfast? Shut up and eat," Natsumi said stuffing a piece of a pancake into Sayuri's mouth.

"I know! She's so mean," Natsumi said, sniffing as if she were going to cry.

"I agree, who does she think she is making you guys work on a Saturday? Humph," Ayame said, playing along.

Yamazaki Ayame is the owner of the café the girls both work in and live above. It is called Dreamer's Café, left to Ayame from her mother who died two years ago. The girls see Ayame as an older sister; she had only just graduated college and is now 22. When the girls were job hunting this past summer they fell in love with the café and also decided to move in together.

"Ayame chan, guess what?" Natsumi asked, as she unstacked the chairs.

"What?"

"My insight tells me we're going to have a busy day," Natsumi said in a voice mocking Atobe's and also placing her hand on her face the same way he does.

"Natsumi, shut up," Sayuri said.

"What? Are you mad that I'm making fun of your boyfriend?"

"He is NOT my boyfriend!"

"Yet."

"Boyfriend? Oh, sounds interesting," Ayame teased.

"Sayuri doesn't have a boyfriend Ayame chan, Natsumi is just making fun of Atobe," Juri said.

"Atobe…Atobe Keigo?" Ayame asked.

"Ayame chan, how do you know who he is?!" Sayuri asked in disbelief.

"Do you know how many crazy teenage girls enter this café?"

"Oh…never mind. They sure have bad taste…" Sayuri grumbled the last part.

"Oh I have to ask knowing Sayuri, does he have nice hair?" Ayame asked before everyone began cracking up…except Sayuri.

Sayuri and Juri made their way to the back room to get their pens and notepads so they can take orders. Natsumi was already there preparing the coffee.

"I hope no one annoying comes in today," Sayuri said as she was about to step out.

"Everyone annoys you Sayuri," Natsumi said over her shoulder.

Sayuri pouted, "Shut up."

Juri began pushing Sayuri out the door, "Let's go Nee chan."

"Sayuri, table 3 needs their order taken," Ayame said, making her way to the back to help Natsumi.

Sayuri walked over to table three without looking up from her pad as she flipped for a blank page. "Good morning, what would you like to…" she trailed off as she finally looked up to see Yuushi accompanied by none other than Atobe Keigo. Somebody shoot me. If Natsumi has anything to do with this…urghh.

"What would you like to order?" Sayuri said, forcing herself to smile.

Sayuri walked over to Atobe's table and set the tray down, "If you need anything please hesitate to ask," she said with fake sweetness.

"I thought it went, 'please don't hesitate to ask'," Atobe inquired.

"Well for you Atobe san, it's a whole other story," Sayuri said as she walked off.

Yuushi took a sip of his cappuccino and began cracking up, "That girl really can't stand you Atobe."

Atobe cocked an eyebrow, "And you find it funny?"

"Of course not, I find it hilarious."

"Why does Ore sama bother being in your presence?"

"Because I helped you figure out where she works."

"Well that didn't do me much good. She's the only girl that hasn't been swayed by my charm."

"What charm?"

Atobe glared at Oshitari.

"You can't take a joke…"

"And you can't make any."

"How about you try complimenting her instead of talking about yourself? Tell her the cheesecake tastes good or something."

"Will that work?"

Oshitari shrugged, "You can try."

Meanwhile hiding behind the counter…

Sayuri slowly poked her head over the counter and peered over at Atobe and Oshitari. What are they talking about? Are they talking about me?! Why can't they leave already? Ughhh I have to spend everyday of the week in class with him, I don't want to see him on the weekends too! If onlyI could hear what they're saying…

With Natsumi and Oshitari gone and now Juri and Seiichi, that only left Atobe and Sayuri.

"So…I think I'll just be over…there," Sayuri said pointing in some random direction.

Before she could get away, Atobe stopped her. "Takahashi, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"About what?" Sayuri asked her back to him.

"Nothing really, just a chat."

"Don't you have anyone else to chat with?"

Atobe groaned, "Why are you always so stubborn?"

"I don't know why are you always so- eep!"

Sayuri squeaked as Atobe grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a table in the corner against her will.

"What do you want Atobe?" Sayuri said, crossing her arms.

"I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other Takahashi, so why don't we try to be civil hm?"

"I'm always civil…" Sayuri grumbled.

Atobe sighed and pressed his fingertips to his forehead, "Really Takahashi, have I ever done anything to you?"

"…"

"Then why so hostile?"

"I-It's nothing…"

"Doesn't sound like nothing."

Sayuri had just about had it and let her anger surface, "Look Atobe, it just frustrates me how people like you can get everything they want without really working for it, people adore you and it's for all the wrong reasons. Who cares if you're rich? Is it necessary to flaunt it all the time? And you're so full of yourself! Ore sama, come on, who does that?! Ugh I don't want to talk about this…" Sayuri ended her rant and got up from her chair. She didn't even bother looking back as she ran out of the café.

All eyes turned to Atobe.

"What happened?" Ayame asked, worried.

"I…I don't know," Atobe answered, feeling at a loss for words.

"I'll go find her," Natsumi started for the door.

"No," Atobe held an arm out in front of her, "I'll do it."

Before anyone else could comment, Atobe was gone.

Where did she go? I can't believe she got so upset…

Atobe was out on the street now, looking out in every direction hoping to catch a glimpse of Sayuri. He had been walking for five minutes now and still has no idea where she is. Why do I feel so guilty…?

A few meters away, Atobe spotted a park. Could she be there? It wouldn't hurt to try.

Atobe crossed the street and made his way over to the park. He walked along the path and decided he should look in the playground. Sure enough, he spotted a figure sitting hunched over on a swing. It was Sayuri, her hair hanging over her face, head bent over.

Atobe walked over quietly and kneeled in front of her. He could see little drops fall to the sand beneath the swings.

"Sayuri…er…Takahashi, I don't know what happened but-

"Go away."

"But I want to-

"Leave me alone!"

"I just want to-

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Sayuri yelled and momentarily let go of the swing to push Atobe.

Atobe only moved backward slightly and grabbed both of her arms. Sayuri struggled to get free, but Atobe only tightened his hold on her.

"Listen to me," he said firmly, pulling her towards him.

"I am sorry for anything I have done to make you cry. I don't know what I did and I can't help being who I am. Can you please tell me what's wrong?"

"Why do you care?"

Atobe loosened his grasp on her arms, "Honestly…I don't know. But when you ran out…It just looked like you were in pain."

Sayuri sniffed and wiped a tear from her face.

"I am in pain…everyday."

"I don't mean to pry, but will you tell me what caused it?"

Sayuri shuddered and sighed. "Over the summer…my parents got divorced. My dad works in the business industry, so he's always busy. He was always at work or traveling, he was never there when I

needed him. One day he just came home and told my mom he thought the divorce was for the best. She didn't want anything from him…Not the house…not money…nothing. So I took that job at the coffee shop to help support my mom because she can't make it on her own. I hate seeing her like this…"

Atobe was nothing less of shocked, hearing Sayuri's confession. The image of her he had plastered in his mind was of a strong, proud, stubborn girl. But the girl in front of him…was weak. Atobe then did something that surprised even himself. He moved closer to Sayuri and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her into his embrace.

"Sayuri…I'm sorry."

Sayuri blinked, surprised at Atobe's action. As though her body was moving of its own accord, she found herself hugging him back. She sniffed and muttered, "You have nothing to be sorry about…"

Sayuri looked away from his piercing gaze. "I don't know…you just remind me too much of the past. Of people I always had to deal with. Snobby, rich boys like you. It's a past I wanted to escape. One that I never wanted…that's why I went to Seigaku instead of Hyotei like my father wanted."